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letra de scab - the underground avengers

[intro]
yo, buk!
what up, man?
what comes after an exit wound?
a scab
big facts
yo, dirty!
what up?
how the h-ll do we follow up with a final posse track after thanos?
easy. we go back to where it all started. we take it back to the underground

[verse 1: boogie]
hannibal lecter, cannibalistic
a sick motherf-cker’s mind is twisted
strange in the range and i stay on my lynch sh-t, 51/50 ’cause you know i’m s-d-stic
mind frame! stay on some sick sh-t, a crazy motherf-cker and i might go ballistic
haters white flaggin’ when they see that i’m with the clique
it’s mobstyle, b-tch, and i’m droppin’ the heater quick
been runnin’ these streets, bumpy johnson, a couple hundred round drums, mickey thompsons
let ’em know that the boys from the squad done slay any day when it comes to the gunplay
got ’em locked and loaded in my crosshair
i k!ll your mom or your kid, b-tch, i don’t care
when the boss gets a hit, i jelly your sh-t
molotov your crib and i’m out, player

[verse 2: krawley]
i think you’ve got a problem runnin’ your mouth from the sidelines, b-tch
i think i can help you solve ’em with a hole in your head then y’all get stitched
put you down for the 123, f-ck with me and you f-ckin’ with the king of the ring
and everything else, it’ll be history, but your downfall, it’ll be no mystery (nah!)
i’m unloadin’ these clips like deadpool, a lot of people talk sh-t but it’s all cool
i go juvenate and then i’m back at eight at your place and i’m actin’ like a d-mn fool
with a mask on my face and you know i’m gonna leave blood and chalk lines on the floor
just wait and see, it ain’t no make-believe, knock knock, you gon’ face the mob at your doors
[verse 3: insane poetry]
i welcome y’all to the darkest depths, ninth circle, i’m an architect
three sixes embedded in, what you seein’ was the mark of death
got little demons that are sawin’ your flesh off your skeleton
i’m tellin ’em to be devious on social medias, that’s where the devil lives
writin’ immaculate poetry that’s insane (that’s insane)
with the grimmest details ’cause grief sells but you ain’t mastered pain
after frames of my snuff film footage, oh yes, by the og, reaper
you done f-cked around and stepped in the hive of the beekeeper

[verse 4: madd maxxx]
y’all know how i do, i do it real quick, k!ll sh-t, disappear in the midst
got no concern for whoever appears in this sh-t, i’m alone in my class, that’s clear as the mix
dog of war and my core is dirt, better run along for y’all get hurt
ain’t no one of y’all got the job to stop me, still tote with the stock ’til you all gets burst
i been k!llin’ verses but i’m bored at work, f-ck some self-important jerk
actin’ like they the sh-t and announcin’ a tour ‘fore they even know they can afford it first
droppin’ bombs and confirmin’ k!lls, it’s madd maxxx, motherf-cker, destroy and search
my state of mission always been infection, i ain’t goin’ nowhere ’til the poison works

[verse 5: nacirema]
with eight bars i’ll turn stars to black holes and end all existence
go galactus with tactics that bring galaxies to submission
stayin’ on my inner apollyon as i accelerate chaos
and bring back when animals attack rap and rip they face off
now just tell ’em the metaphor mammoth just landed
transforming a writing utensil into a ballistic missile when putting a hole through they planet
the regime always breathes nothing but that universal damage
i pay homage to uga then rip the scab away and vanish
[verse 6: k!lla c]
welcome to the crime scene, chop chop chop
you’ll be gangrene in the stubs ‘fore you ever see the cops
with your blood in a bucket, got your torso like f-ck it
got a hard on flow and now you gon’ have to suck it
this is scuzzbucket music, motherf-cker, i’m a scumbag
peep my d-ck, bust a nut, wipe it up with your durag
bet you have a f-ggot raped with broken glass
k!lla c is back like cum stains on your momma ass

[verse 7: smallz one]
if i really gave a f-ck if i died right now i’d be ok with it
slow down, that life became a game, i’m just gon’ play with it
raise in it, spray that f-ckin’ blood and make it rain in it
talk that sh-t but lock your doors inside your house and stay in it
ain’t no savin’ it, make you bleed and bathe in it
cravin’ it, all is wrong with beasts who got that hate in ’em
unforgiveable acts should never be repented on
you dug yourself a hole and on that grave you get beheaded on

[verse 8: mcnastee]
you ain’t seen a phantom or ghost this man can evoke
understand my approach cause panic to folk
manhole up you passin’ a broken fence as i trample and dance on your bones
d-mn bro, all the cannabis smoke in a rhyme notebook that make canibus choke
like hands on your throat, no ransom or note
run up, turn opps to a pack full of dope
that’s magic, no rabbit in a hat, just a master at gettin’ a check, yeah
d-mackin’, eat a sack like a quarterback, ho, if you think we lackin’
run tracks and the cash a part, ain’t ever no punk who ain’t diddy with the backhand
then i’ll take a piggyback just to get it back
get a 50-round mac so i try to go offensive
[verse 9: young wicked]
yeah! okay, i’m sick with it
i can k!ll anybody on a verse, all i need is a quick minute
and this sh-t’s finished, you can tell that i’m makin’ dope by the way my wrist whippin’
your favorite rapper’s a b-tch and i got that b-tch trippin’
i got six women on my d-ck tippin’ while he jerk chicken, it ain’t worth livin’
like that, it’s a bad act, better snap back
when in fact, i be k!llin’ rap and i get it stacked
never lack, when you comin’ back, motherf-ckers don’t know how to act
’til i’m runnin’ back, hit ’em with the (-gun c-ck and fire-)
it’s a f-ckin’ wrap, put your f-ckin’ body in the sack
take a f-ckin’ nap, lookin’ like cactus jack
all wrapped in barbed wire, should have never f-cked with this mob style

[verse 10: saint sinna]
don’t need to borrow your chick, can’t you see that i run sh-t
i got demons, i admit, so i feel bad for anyone that want it
listen, saint want insanity, threat with a pen so he snap on a track and he sonnin’
while you’re all tryin’ to get with hip-hop and then i dumped off another body in the oven
and who the f-ck want it? i gotta keep ’em from goin’ holy
motherf-cker walk with a chip on the shoulder but i keep the fresh homie
i’m representin’ bio-k!llaz, mission : infect
while i’m kickin’ rhymes your b-tch givin’ neck
one man’s trash is another man’s daughter
oh you know that i meant that disrespect

[verse 11: jonathon h-llhouse]
i go monumentally mental on instrumentals
if you don’t know me, check your credentials, please
hey, it’s h-llhouse, b-tch, for better or for worse
and you don’t care which, you can’t desist
i’m not a bad guy, b-tch, i’m a villain
this infectious, gon’ need the penicillin
no alibi, i stay k!llin’
but when it comes to givin’ in, i’m unwillin’

[verse 12: mr 8 legz]
i got that hoodie mask combo, all black in the back of your condo
legz wrath return, now you have to burn, so your last words
there’s no convo (no!) i ain’t hearin’ it, and all seriousness
that appears with this weariness your experiencin’ has got my veins all flames experiment
you’re peerin’ into my soul so appreciate it, it’s startin’ to rain
like the final day of share and taste so when i cut your face and l!ck and taste it’s just the basics
they exorcise the demon in me just to try to save it
so save the day ’cause in it’s wake i’ma make you face it

[verse 13: claas]
i’ma f-ckin’ k-i-l-l, ain’t no motherf-cker wanna get in my way
i admit it, i’ma start it up and go and press play
and delete all motherf-ckers who wanna be brave
everybody ’bout to die we slayin’
when the world ends, a lot of y’all are gonna be graves
we slay and all my clothes are about to be stained
that’s a bold strategy that got seein’ me flames

[verse 14: bukshot]
do you want the drama? you ain’t want the drama
better press pause like you saw the comma
’bout to shut this b-tch down like the unabomber
i’m a motherf-cker, watch me fluke your momma
do you wanna die? in a freezer, food for dahmer
ain’t no honor, the truth might be a bummer
hotter than a sauna, enter black summer
revenge is my mantra, pay ’em back like dumb and dumber

[verse 15: boondox]
.44 reloaded, hieroglyphics been decoded
sword of omens to the throne and sacrifice a horde to odin
ragnarok, it is approaching so they saying this the endgame
the lord creatin’ holy ghosts while takin’ my name in vein
the shots go through the membrane with surgical precision
this a simple coalition, may i please have your attention?
flip the script and turn the switch, explode this b-tch and end existence
watch them underground avengers ridin’ off into the distance

- the underground avengers

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